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Our Friend Bobo
By Curtis Johnson
More than fifty years ago, there was a drowning in my little home town.
Back then, we chopped cotton by the day, and picked cotton by the pound.
For us, there was no sliding boards or public play grounds.
There was no hanging bars, see-saw sets, or merry go rounds.
There was no swing sets to zip us back and forth through the wind.
But there was deep poverty, and pleasantries were few back then.
There was no swimming pools for us on hot, humid, and toasty days.
There was no nice and safe places to cool off, but we had our ways.
There was water in the creek, and we saw no signs saying, “Do No Jump In”.
There was the mud, the pollution, and the stench, but we still jumped in.
We swung from tree limbs, flashed and dashed in the muddy waters.
We knew we would stink, but we were hot, and nothing else mattered.
What did matter was that one day our friend Bobo died in the muddy creek.
Bobo went under, and we soon realized that he was not playing hide and seek.
We soon ran for help, and all the people and authorities were gathered.
They pulled Bobo’s body from the bottom, and our souls were sad and tattered.
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Lunable to wonder
In curiosity glimmers
A broken man
A broken soul
Never sought
Never thought
meant to be
Meant for me
ignorant human
convivial sung
Felted loyalty
Taught adaptation
Commonly
Meant to be
Meant for me
Wishful being
Existing
Dashboard clean
1956
Traveling speed
Undetermined
Bored annoyed
Meant to be
Meant for me
Overwhelming
Unwatchable
Death close
Born to die
Glorified pissant
Conformist
Bend past
Self awareness
Still there
Look awkwardly
For dull
Witless actors
Directed carelessly
Not forgetting
Funnily trapped
As rodents
Unbeatable maze
Freely bound
Vaulted sound
Chicot choice
Sound absurd
Differentiate
Diverted easily
Incompetent
Flawed
Institutional
Inexpert soldier
ing pestiferous
Go die young
Supposed industriousness
Meant of me
Meant to be
Match unrivalled
Dying repertoires
purpose bleak
Parce que je déteste
la vie et elle le sait
The mood of the wirery rodent unable to remove itself from the wall it climbed into made to listen or fall from scurvy or starvation, the point of view from a dead soldier who had no choice but to listen and judge because he was also a total dick
Don't give me no Wackaboob
Don't give me no MotherSmother
Telling me to isolate,
Don't make me your brother!
From HMG to the H To the M to the R to the C
I'm packing my P60,
So you can't audit me
Ain't filing no returns
I'm not paying VAT
Who you calling non Dom
Cummings ain't my cup of tea.
Boris on Lockdown
Rishi broke the bank
Can't get into ASDA
I'm going to get a tank
For my homies
Too late to get away now,
No planes,
no trains,
not playing no games
Ain't never going to back down
Government's going to pay my tent
Before they start the crackdown.
So.............
Don't gimme no Wackaboob
Don't gimme no MotherSmother
If we all isolate
Can we still love each other?
We are the Mother's mothers
Our choice to Wackaboob,
It's time to isolate,
So we don't lose one another.
Sisters on furlough
About time our truth was spoke
Do we want to go back to
the madness and the smoke
Of pollution choking all our kids
Working 3 gigs to survive
And you want to call that woke?
Soldiers on the corner
Doing county lines
Sell your sister for a ten bag
But the Feds don't want to know
They've got the 'rona *****
Wanna check if your buying wrongbow
Or sunbathing in the park
Gotta be a loner,
We're all just flying solo
So....
We are the Mother's mothers
Just have to Wackaboob,
Corona's here to stay
So one way or another
give up our dreams and say
We will protect our brothers
I no more can find
That word I had kept in mind
For long to tell her.
Few know: it’s not just
In love that the test comes first
And lesson later.
Nor, love is journey,
No station to reach any,
And it puts them off,
Love’s to give, not get
And cannot be a sure bet,
That too puts them off,
At best love’s a small
Pen, to pen love notes to all,
Not one, yours you call,
To sow seeds of hope,
Of love, to reap a rich crop—
A task most find tall.
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Happenings | 01.02.2023 | love
Poet’s Notes: A youth with a lot of complaints against this world enters a dream mall, eyes someone looking like Jesus, who happened to be its owner. ‘What’s available here? Jesus: Go, have a look, everything is available and free: world without violence, hunger, poverty, disease, pollution; world full of love, friendship…all ye might wish to have. And a long list was given to Jesus. He made small packets of each. ‘What’s all this?’, the youth enquired. ‘We’re in the business of selling seeds; sow them, water them, and take care to reap a rich crop’, he said. Alas, the youth left without taking anything. These Haikus highlight the feelings many may have. We all want love without sowing the seeds.
Clean air has now become a pipe dream.
The bleak energy speaks loudly,
With a lot of stale and toxic air.
Like Jonah in the belly of the whale,
People stay choking, choking for fresh air!
Sapphire waters, smothered,
With an opaque membrane of oil slick.
Fish come up opening their gills wide.
They die starving for fresh air.
There is a layer of soot in the air.
People cough n’ choke, their larynx itch.
The skies let down a deluge of tears.
Songbirds no more sing
Dusty soot fills the air.
Sun- stands a flaming inferno
Day scorched in its violent fury
Spectral figures grope in dark
Despair greets us as a prologue to the day,
And ends with an epilogue of the night.
The old world is strangled to death.
Toxic waste muddles up everywhere
We plant demon seeds, water flowers of fire,
And reap a harvest of doom.
The world once dressed in beauty,
Now wears a mantle of pollution.
Green- not a color any more.
Swept by the winds of change,
I see and feel with a shudder,
That this is NOT the world I inherited,
Nor will it be the world I would bequeath.
Countless children coming after me,
Will they accept the bequest with gratitude?
Or will they shun it like plague?
The earth wriggles in pain,
But its silent whimper
Falls in deaf unheeding ears!
I have an ancient soul
Am ahead of my time
And still ahead of vanity
To end up in this trap
Of evil world
Was never my destiny
From nature
I have the soul of
My ancestors inside of me
They are all around me
Is so foolish
How life looks
In the eye of a fool
Who only live to die
For nothing
Whose his or her life teachs
No good but vanity
So I rather live to live again
Then burry my soul
In foolishness
No wonder God bless me
With an ancient mind
Were I let no pollution
Of the devil
To devour the peace of my mind
Is a blessing
To see beyond the works of the devil
If am too deep for you sorry
I can't breath in a polluted planet
Like ours cos
I have an ancient soul
Where is The Solution
To this Problem
The problem of pollution
The mounting waste
Where is the solution
To this problem
We must have a revolution
Social changes in a haste
Oh where is the solution
To this problem
All victims of condemnation
No way to a better life
Oh where is the solution
To this problem
All these daily conflicts
Demonstrations, insurgencies, political strife
Oh where is the solution
To these problems
I want to know the resolution
I have to make
Oh where is the solution
To this problem
The needless destruction
And the mournful wake
If I had all the answers
There is no need to ask
But if you help me
We might just complete the task.
I'm sixty years old
tomorrow is not Guaranteed
if I live for another twenty
or thirty years I'd be doing well
In thirty years
when I die
the world will not
matter to Me '
I'll be gone
no more wages
no need for food
I meet my maker
and stand proud
saying I tried to stop wars
I tried to save your planet
I tried to help people
I'll not be ashamed
I'll have self-respect
but the people of the world
will still be here
your children
their children
the children of their children
will still be here
Do you as a world
want to continue
teaching them to fight
Do you as a world
Want to continue
polluting your planet
destroying your food resources
destroying plants and animals
we depend on honeybee's
to pollinate plants
destroy the bees
and you destroy your food resources
as we pump carbon
into the atmosphere
heat increases
floods increase
Heat, on the ocean
creates more steam
more steam creates more clouds
more clouds create more rain
flood in one country
fires in another
If you put a pot fat on the range
turn on the element
The solid in the pot turn's
into a liquid
perhaps increasing the heat
by destroying the ozone layer
could soften the land
and be responsible for
increasing earthquakes
and the tsunami
Granted that might be stretching
the truth we have tectonic plates
The Earths floating crusts will always move
Tectonic Plates moving against each other
Cause Earthquakes
somethings we can change
somethings we have to accept
as part of nature
But we can change the type
of machines we use
we can build factories
that run on electric power
It does not matter which country
creates pollution
the pollution goes
into everyone's atmosphere
We have one world
we are all apart of the one world
check out DNA we are all human
not aliens we are all related
We have one planet
fight bicker and destroy that planet
and your children will have no future
stand together in a war against climate change
Then perhaps you can build a better future
you can create the happiness
you can build Disney lands all over the world
invest together and you can do anything
It is a crown some seek to wear
one that no one denies knowing every lie spared
fraught with deceit and libel and truths in denial
unquestioned for fear of some unknown reprisal.
Followers who praise their traits
refuse to see the majority's distaste
when monies spent is done in foolish haste
and the spoken word is repetitiously a kept lie in place;
perhaps if each could just return to the past
walk steps when time imbues lessons learned that last
and the crown each wears would be set aside in humility's cast;
these are trying times when few cross the lines
when opened eyes could see and ears hear,
the peoples' inherent falling tears;
what has become of honesty and truth
what examples do we set for our youth
do they see the crown upon the wrinkled brow
of liars taking power from the here and now
while obsessive ignorance reigns in their heads
and crowns crease furrows of hate instead;
It is the reign of political pollution
devastating the dream of freedoms de-evolution
change and progress need a new solution.
life at times feels so hard
so much going against you
everything around you so dirty
looking for a filter to be true
Everywhere you look is clogged up
like all is blocked just like sin
effecting every strand of life
everywhere you look is in a spin
There must be more to life
this echo is heard all over the place
but only in eternal truth, this is found
in the holy scriptures, you receive grace
So get on these swim trunks
whether it's your breaststroke
or even to crawl be like a fish
give it your all, just go for broke
Your reward will be worth it
live for God always forever
leave behind that awful pollution
drink in the living water, now that's clever
(Quote:
"I feel like a fish out of polluted water" - Anon.)